Soup’s On
Soup’s on, so I’m going to make this short. It’s been a crazy busy week. Lots of Feldenkrais, a bit of time to make stuff, and, oh by the way, our garage is being rebuilt.
Soup’s on, so I’m going to make this short. It’s been a crazy busy week. Lots of Feldenkrais, a bit of time to make stuff, and, oh by the way, our garage is being rebuilt.
You might have guessed that I don’t like to be bored. I do like to have time to sit and wonder. To piddle around with a variety of little projects. To talk with folks. To learn new things. To watch the birds from my front porch. To watch my grandkids grow—although I must say that they grow at an alarmingly fast rate.
What amazed me was that what remained was so hard to fit back into the original spaces.
I brought my coffee out to the front porch, where I was greeted by half a dozen pink rain lilies. A bit bent over from the rain, they were a cheery sight nonetheless.
So, you make adjustments. Maybe you get angry. Maybe you play nice to see if that gets you somewhere. Maybe you pout. Probably, you try lots of different approaches, without even knowing that’s what you’re doing.